Maybe there is some kind of induction, and at this moment, in Qin Tingcheng's mind, he is constantly replaying everything in the past ten years. With a smile on her face, she calmly looked at Yi Yunfei's outstanding figure standing with her hands in her hands, and her eyes were full of tenderness. Although Yi Yunfei's soul is no longer the same Yi Yunfei as before, his appearance still inherits the chic and handsome of Yi Haoran back then.

Looking at Yi Yunfei, there was nothing else in Qin Qingcheng's eyes, it seemed that the handsome young man who fell in love with her back then appeared in front of her again. In her eyes, she could see at a glance that Yi Yunfei did not have any pressure in the face of Jin Shengwei. She just wants to take a good look at her son at the moment and watch him become famous all over the world.

Jin Shengwei was not convinced, he had just fought against Yi Yunfei, and he was indeed blown out by Yi Yunfei. But he felt that it was not that his strength was inferior to Yi Yunfei, but that the other party was too lucky, because the timing of Yi Yunfei's punch was too weird, just when he fell from the sky, it looked the most terrifying, but in fact it was the moment when the old force had exhausted the new power and had not yet been born.

Jin Shengwei naturally wouldn't believe that it was Yi Yunfei who saw his weakness, and he always thought that Yi Yunfei had hit him by mistake. He was angry at his carelessness, angry that Yi Yunfei's luck was too good. So this time, he jumped high from the other side of the Golden Scale River, and his mace made a gust of wind and thunder, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and smashed towards the top of Yi Yunfei's head.

This is an unprecedented shame, Jin Shengwei used all his strength this time, he wanted to solve Yi Yunfei with one move, and then give no one a chance to laugh at him.

"How can the strength of the demon clan be so terrifying? With a blow from this demon king, I am afraid that its power is really enough to directly destroy a mountain gate, can Yi Yunfei still be able to stop it?" The hearts of everyone watching the battle were like riding a roller coaster, and their palms were full of sweat.

"This demon king has lost face, this time it's serious. If Yi Yunfei can't block this blow, I'm afraid that there will be no chance to reverse!" Changing places, they felt that if they faced such a terrifying blow from Jin Shengwei, they were afraid that they would be directly smashed into a puddle of flesh.

It's just that more people, where their eyes are, are on Yi Yunfei. They wanted to find some information from Yi Yunfei's face and deduce the outcome of this battle. But they were all disappointed, and Yi Yunfei's face did not change in the slightest. He looked up at the mace that fell in the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had gotten up in the morning, pushed open the window, and saw what the weather was like today.

"Yes, it can be blocked!" Seeing Yi Yunfei's face, many people made a judgment in their hearts, but they still had some hesitation, and their tone was not very sure. After all, Jin Shengwei's attack was too terrifying, and many monks had never seen such a terrifying attack since their debut. The rolling wind and thunder composed of strong qi had not yet attacked Yi Yunfei's body at this moment, but this terrifying power made the ground around Yi Yunfei's body fall very obviously.

It's closer, it's getting closer, it's a long time to say, but in fact, Jin Shengwei fell from the sky, and it was only a blink of an eye. Many people's eyes widened, for fear of missing any details, and they also wanted to know what kind of mysterious means Yi Yunfei would use to solve this terrifying enemy in front of him.

"Get back!" Yi Yunfei spoke, and his right fist was clenched tightly as the first word came out. The second word came out, and his hand was raised to his chest. When the third word came out, his fist was already soaring into the sky.

A huge sound wave spread towards the two of them like a tide, mixed with the rolling energy, and there was a scene of flying sand and rocks everywhere. This clearing, which had been through several major battles, was already in shambles, with crumbling stones and upturned dirt everywhere, now being lifted up by the energy and scattered in all directions. The crowd watching the battle around had to wave their weapons to stop this unwarranted disaster.

The crowd watching the battle was the closest and kilometer away from the place where the two were fighting, but they were still affected. While desperately blocking the flying boulders, everyone quickly retreated, and retreated from a distance of thousands of meters again, only to feel the pressure relaxed. In just this short moment, dozens of people were unlucky enough to be hit by boulders, fractured tendons, and seriously injured. The lowest cultivation of these people is the realm of the fourth layer of the gods, which shows how terrifying the skills of the two people who fought each other were.

The rolling Golden Scale River is also full of disasters and difficulties, and at this moment, the energy passes through the demon monks standing on the bank, raising the surging water in the river, and when it falls, countless hills on the opposite bank disappear without a trace in this terrifying impact, as if it has never appeared. If the demon clan monks hadn't had seven demon kings in front of them, those monks in the Great Demon Realm would have been directly wiped out by this terrifying energy.

Even the huge mountain rock with the words "Qingyun Mountain" written on it at the foot of Qingyun Mountain was constantly shaken by the strong wind, making bursts of squeaky sounds that made the scalp tingle. You must know that this mountain rock has stood here for countless years, weighing at least 10 million catties, and it has never wavered in the wind and rain. At this moment, he was shaken by the strength of the battle between the two, as if he was about to fall down at any time. Under the command of Feng Baihan, the people of Yi Yun Sect quickly evacuated, so as not to suffer unnecessary losses.

Although everyone tried their best to see the process of Yi Yunfei and Jin Shengwei's move, it was impossible to see clearly after all in such a situation. Only a few monks who had attained high cultivation could see it clearly.

Yi Yunfei's fist collided with the mace in Jin Shengwei's hand without any fancy sound, and it was actually the sound of gold and iron clashing. Under the surprised gaze of the monk who could see the battle situation clearly, Jin Shengwei was once again blasted out.

This time, Kim Sung-wei was injured, and he sprayed blood all the way and flew backwards. What made him so angry was that the route he flew upside down was no different from Fang Cai, still flying upside down from the Golden Scale River, still hitting Fang Cai's peak.

That mountain peak had been shattered by Jin Shengwei, and it couldn't stop his upside-down figure, and his body cut directly through the pile of rubble formed by the collapsed peak, leaving a deep groove. The completely uncontrollable figure continued to fly upside down without stopping, until it hit another mountain peak three thousand meters away.

The mountain peak also turned into a pile of rubble in the billowing smoke and dust, Jin Shengwei, as the demon king of the demon clan, his body was very terrifying, and his body smashed this mountain peak, but he still did not die.

He roars, he gets angry, he chokes back. He staggered to his feet from the pile of rubble, and swung his fists in a vent, blasting the rocks around him into pieces.

"This demon king's aura has declined, and it is not as strong as Fang Cai, but I am afraid that the injury will not be light!" Some monks felt the change in Jin Shengwei and said with a solemn face. This kind of solemnity is not how nervous they are about Yi Yunfei's victory or defeat, they are frightened by Yi Yunfei's punch.

At this moment, Yi Yunfei was still standing in place, although the scene around his body had changed beyond recognition, everyone could see it clearly, and he had not moved a single inch from beginning to end. It felt like Jin Shengwei used all his strength to get in front of Yi Yunfei, and then was blasted out by Yi Yunfei with a punch.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jin Shengwei's body swelled rapidly, and the fabric on his body made a tearing sound.

"Quick, interrupt him, you can't let him recover his body!" the Terran monk screamed in shock, they knew that once the demon monk recovered his body, his cultivation would have to be at least doubled. Even Yi Yunfei looks very relaxed now, but if Jin Shengwei turns into his body, the balance of victory and defeat will only be tilted in favor of Jin Shengwei again.

"Sect Master, come on, interrupt him!" Yang Ruoxi's palms were covered with sweat, his nails had pierced his palms, and he was very nervous. She also shouted at Yi Yunfei with everyone.

"Yi Yunfei, are you stupid? Even if you can defeat this one, there are still seven of them, hurry up!" Zhou Yuwei looked at Yi Yunfei still looking cool, standing there casually, her lungs were angry, she didn't have any lady image at all, and she crossed her waist and scolded loudly.

Yi Yunfei is not stupid, he is in a very mysterious state at this time. Although his body didn't move at all, there was only one enemy in his eyes, Jin Shengwei. His Heavenly Eye had been open since the beginning of the battle, and in his eyes, Jin Shengwei was a ball of light composed of countless silk threads.

This light cluster showed a bewitching dark red, with a hint of bloody taste, very active, and it seemed that there was endless energy circulating on each silk thread. Yi Yunfei himself didn't know why, at such a critical moment, he was actually trying, testing the rules he had comprehended.

He fought with Jin Shengwei twice, and when his fist bombarded out, the target was the intersection of the two thickest of these thin lines. Under the opening of the Heavenly Eye, there was no mace in his eyes, the existence of the demon clan body and the like, all he saw were silk threads, endless silk threads. The whole world is made up of silk threads.

There seemed to be some kind of guidance in the darkness, when the dark red light cluster formed by Jin Shengwei approached, he naturally bombarded the node of the silk thread, and the timing of the attack was the moment when the light on the silk thread became dim. And the punch he threw out, in Jin Shengwei's opinion, just hit the weakest part of his strength.

The transformation of the demon king monk was very fast, and after a few blinks of an eye, a behemoth as high as a hundred feet tall and with knotted muscles appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was still covered in pitch black fur, and its head looked somewhat like a mortal buffalo, except that the monster had two large, sharp horns on the top of its head.

Such a huge monster, with one step, has already crossed the Golden Scale River. The weapons in his hands also turned into two huge axes that covered the sky and the sun at this moment, taking one step at a time, standing across the river, in a lunge posture, the giant axe in his hand rotated slightly, and slapped the top of Yi Yunfei's head like a mosquito with the axe surface.

"Yi Yunfei is still a little bigger, the other party is a demon king!" Some monks sighed secretly, feeling that Yi Yunfei had missed the best opportunity.

This sigh seems contagious, and many people have made similar exclamations almost at the same time.

However, from the direction where Yi Yunzong's crowd was standing, an incomparably loud voice appeared, and the tone of this voice was so different that it had to attract everyone's attention to him.

"Such a big cow, how big a pot does it have to be to stew!"