He saw Qin Daoxuan's mouth slowly open, as if he was about to roar, and he saw drops of blood spreading from Qin Daoxuan's throat to the outside, and every detail was clearly visible.

At this moment, in Yi Yunfei's eyes, everything was so slow, and there was silence around.

He only had Qin Daoxuan's opponent in his eyes, and he didn't know how many punches he had hit, and each punch landed accurately on his throat.

Then, soon, he felt the sound of the wind blowing in his ears. The moment this voice appeared, Yi Yunfei had already let go of his hand, and at the same time cast the [Divine Foot Communication] and quickly retreated backwards.

Sure enough, at the same time as he cast the [Divine Foot Skill], he felt that everything around him had returned to its normal speed.

This time, Qin Daoxuan was blown out by Yi Yunfei, and the blood that spurted out of his mouth was sprinkled all the way, like a bright little flower, which was particularly eye-catching on the newly turned soil.

Qin Daoxuan was really speechless at the moment, his face was full of disbelief, and the position of the Adam's apple kept agitating, making a clicking sound.

But he wasn't dead, his gaze was crazy and violent, his breath erupted like a huge wave, and he didn't look so hard to stand up.

Yi Yunfei's scalp tingled for a while, he didn't count it carefully, but his fist at least bombarded Qin Daoxuan's throat dozens of times. But is this person like this or not dead?

"Get up!" Yi Yunfei didn't give Qin Daoxuan much chance to relax, and directly snorted softly, and the violent aura on the ground suddenly burst out, and the huge formation was like a net, enveloping Qin Daoxuan.

This was Yi Yunfei's backhand arranged earlier, but fortunately, the two of them came to this place after a battle. Otherwise, with Qin Daoxuan's cultivation, there will be a wild bombardment, and he will really dig three feet into the ground, where can he keep any formations.

Yi Yunfei is not poor, at least in Yizhou, he is not short of spirit stones. So this time, the formation and spirit stones can be said to be massive. It's just that Yi Yunfei at this moment no longer has any certainty, even if he knows how terrifying the formation launched at this moment is.

Sure enough, Qin Daoxuan's roar came from the formation, his throat was injured, he was no longer able to speak, and he made a sound like a bellows.

The wind, the sound of fire, the sound of thunder and lightning, all kinds of attacks in the formation are being cast. If he cultivates as a monk similar to Yi Yunfei, he is afraid that he will already be dead at this moment, but unfortunately, it is Qin Daoxuan who is trapped in this formation.

After an angry roar, the entire ground tumbled, and countless dirt, rocks, trees, grass and blades flew wildly in the sky. This may be Qin Daoxuan's fighting style, he lifted the entire ground, and then he walked out of the formation step by step with red eyes.

The attack in the formation hit him like a raging storm, and he didn't pay attention to it at all, looking straight at where Yi Yunfei was standing.

Yi Yunfei is gone.

Qin Daoxuan's divine thoughts spread wildly around him, thousands of meters, 100,000 meters, 100,000 meters, but what made him so angry that he kept spurting blood was that Yi Yunfei seemed to disappear out of thin air.

If you don't contact Qin Daoxuan, you will never know how crazy this person is.

With his injuries mortally wounded, he did not hesitate to use the technique of dripping blood to find his relatives again, and bright red blood droplets flashed from his fingertips, suspended in the air in front of him.

The blood drops did not move.

"How is it possible?" Qin Daoxuan went crazy.

He originally thought that the matter of being caught by his hands had actually developed into such a result, how could he not be crazy? His cultivation was naturally not as terrifying as he boasted about Yi Yunfei, but compared to Yi Yunfei, it was indeed more than a star and a half higher.

Qin Daoxuan's actual cultivation was in the realm of the sixth layer of Tongxu, which was considered the late stage of Tongxu. Compared to Yi Yunfei, a monk who had entered the sixth layer of the void, it was nine levels higher. What kind of concept is this? An ordinary monk can crush an opponent whose realm is lower than him by one level higher. Although there are a small number of geniuses who skip the level to fight, but after all, they are a minority, and even if they are skipping, it is impossible to cross the nine levels.

If it weren't for the sharp pain in his throat that kept coming, Qin Daoxuan even wondered if everything that was happening in front of him was an illusion.

He was beaten inexplicably, in Yi Yunfei's opinion, Qin Daoxuan's movements slowed down, and then he spent a lot of time bombarding his body with one punch after another, although the process of getting this result was very difficult, but the process of implementation felt very simple.

But Qin Daoxuan's feeling was that Yi Yunfei suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes inexplicably, and then he was beaten out, and he was punched a few times, and Qin Daoxuan himself couldn't figure it out.

If it weren't for the fact that he had scanned the surroundings again and again and didn't find any other monks, he would have even suspected that there were other masters who were helping Yi Yunfei. Otherwise, with Yi Yunfei's current cultivation, no matter how fast he was, how could he escape the glance of his divine thoughts?

Thinking of the divine thoughts, Qin Daoxuan once again spread the divine thoughts frantically towards the surroundings, he didn't believe that Yi Yunfei could run so fast. Even if he is seriously injured now, he still stubbornly believes that Yi Yunfei is just using some strange means, as long as he finds him, he can still easily kill this nasty insect.

The divine thoughts of the Tongxu monk were so terrifying, in an instant, they almost enveloped most of Yizhou. The monk's glance at the divine thought had his own sense, and many monks felt a chill down their spine. It was as if a pair of eyes belonging to heaven were coldly brushing over them.

And those monks who had cultivated a little higher felt their hearts beating in shock, and when they reached their realm, they were already able to understand what kind of power such a divine thought represented.

Kaiyang Sect, Mu Changrui, as in the past, stood in front of the huge statue, quietly thinking about something. When this divine thought came, he also felt a burst of creeps.

However, he is the sect master of the Kaiyang Sect, not those ordinary monks, the Kaiyang Sect has been based here for so many years, it is impossible that he has not thought that someone has used his divine thoughts to peep into the secrets of the sect.

Therefore, Mu Changrui moved, and he stretched out his hand and pressed it towards an inconspicuous place on the statue in front of him. This is the formation activation hub of the Kaiyang Sect, as long as he is activated, the entire Kaiyang Sect will be under the protection of the formation.

If it was the Kaiyang Sect ten thousand years ago, such a formation would be opened all year round, and anyone who wanted to enter the Kaiyang Sect would have to get the permission of the Kaiyang Sect. It's just that the Kaiyang Sect has long lost the pride of one of the nine major sects of the human race, and the heritage accumulated by the ancestors has been continuously consumed over the years, and the internal instability makes Mu Changrui feel that this sect is in danger.

"Get out!" A broken shout sounded like thunder in the back mountain of the Kaiyang Sect, and a huge cyan figure appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire sky, looking down coldly like a god in the direction north of the Kaiyang Sect.

Maybe it was just a moment, but Mu Changrui felt that it seemed that a long time had passed, and this phantom had shocked him too much. He knew the phantom, but he never imagined that this person would be so strong.

The phantom's face was full of anger, and he clenched his fist and blasted out towards the north.

There was no earth-shattering noise, it seemed that the phantom was really a phantom, and his punch was just in the air.

But if they were beside Qin Daoxuan at the moment, they would find that Qin Daoxuan's face was full of fear at this moment, and although his throat bone was shattered, he still let out a piercing scream.

Others can't see it, it doesn't mean that Qin Zhixuan can't see it, he saw a huge fist mark coming towards his face door at a rapid pace, with a terrifying power that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Qin Daoxuan was injured, and his previous injuries were not thorough.

But at this moment, he actually had a deep sense of powerlessness in the face of this fist mark, and he felt that even if he was at his peak, he could only barely fight with this fist mark.

He began to go backwards, crazy backwards.

He doesn't have the supernatural powers of [Divine Foot Communication], but he is a monk who is clear and void, he can see those regular silk threads, and he can change the direction of these silk threads. His speed was not inferior to Yi Yunfei, who was using all his strength to exert [Divine Foot Ability], although he was going backwards, but every step he took seemed to be stepping on a specific node.

His figure disappeared from time to time, and in a few shakes, he had actually withdrawn from a distance of 100,000 miles.

It's a pity that he still has to underestimate the anger contained in that fist mark, and also underestimate the speed of this fist mark.

The regression of 100,000 miles made him relax slightly, but this slightly, less than half a second of relaxation, the fist mark was directly imprinted on his face.

Hitting people doesn't hit people in the face, but the master who shot seems to be specifically going towards Qin Daoxuan's face. When this fist imprint was imprinted on Qin Daoxuan's face, Qin Daoxuan had 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

The fist mark was terrifying, but the person who cast the fist mark did not intend to take Qin Daoxuan's life. His face was disshaped, his nosebleed prolonged, and he even felt like his skull was cracked.

The power of this fist mark directly blasted Qin Daoxuan away a distance of three thousand miles. On top of the dense mountain peaks, human-shaped tunnels appeared through in one day.

These tunnels were all carved out by Qin Daoxuan with his body. Of course, this was not his willingness, and from the moment the fist mark was printed on his face, it was as if he had lost control of his body, because the power of the fist mark was too great, leaving him without any choice.

"I'll be back!" Qin Daoxuan dropped a cruel word and walked away in embarrassment.

His injuries were not yet healed, he thought that even if the old injuries were not healed, it would be more than enough to deal with Yi Yunfei. Unexpectedly, he ended up stealing chickens and rice.

He was very aggrieved, a cultivator who was nine levels different from him actually tossed him like this. What's even more aggrieved is that he just glanced at it with his divine thoughts, trying to find out Yi Yunfei's location, but he provoked a killing god without dying.

Well, yes, the God of Killing, the God of Killing who specializes in slapping the face!