"If you just have such a little ability, you can die!" Qu Liancheng laughed wildly, he felt very embarrassed by being entangled by Zhao Yu for so long, and he had already moved to kill. With a scorching aura in his palms, like flames, he swung in a mysterious trajectory and slapped towards the oncoming blade.

The air around him seemed to be burning, and the scorching sensation made Zhao Yu's breathing a little difficult, his eyebrows and hair were curled by the flames, and the sweat on his body instantly volatilized. However, his face was still calm, and he still slashed towards Qu Liancheng without stopping, as if he didn't see the palm of the other party's hand.

Qu Liancheng felt that something was wrong, he had the superiority of the Zhongzhou monk, he had a strong sense of self-esteem, and he looked down on the Yizhou monk. Although Zhao Yu in front of him made him very embarrassed at the moment, he still did not regard him as an opponent of his own strength, but no matter what, he understood that Zhao Yu was definitely not a stupid person.

Knowing that this set of knife techniques is not available, why would they use it so confidently? Why would they use such an ordinary knife technique when they had better means to deal with their attacks?

Qu Liancheng raised his eyes slightly puzzled and looked at Zhao Yu's face. He saw Zhao Yu's calm face, and saw his ancient eyes, which were fearless, persistent, resolute and crazy.

Qu Liancheng's heart was shocked, and half of his palms were slapped inexplicably, and his strength was inexplicably reduced by thirty percent.

However, his palm finally slapped on the back of the long knife in Zhao Yu's hand, making a soft sound. With his strength, although his mind was affected and his strength decreased, it should be enough to stop this knife.

But as a result, the long knife didn't even tremble in the slightest, and still stabbed at him without stopping.

"How is it possible?" Qu Liancheng broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and his body retreated suddenly, he felt that Zhao Yu's sword technique did not seem to be as simple as it seemed. If it weren't for his quick reaction, Fang Cai's knife would have pierced him.

Qu Liancheng retreated quickly, and Zhao Yu's long knife was still with him, and the distance between him and his body did not decrease in the slightest, but continued to approach.

Qu Liancheng didn't dare to look at Zhao Yu's eyes, he already understood that his mind was affected by those eyes. He swung his palms out and slammed them on the long knife again and again, making one sound after another, but the long knife did not deviate in the slightest direction, and still came towards his chest.

Qu Liancheng screamed, he really felt fear, Zhao Yu's knife was beyond his comprehension. In the case of a small gap in cultivation, the two monks attack and defend each other, as long as they see the trajectory of each other's shots, there is always a chance to dodge and defend, and they have never seen so many slaps that they can't offset the knife in the slightest.

"Kill!" The piercing killing intent penetrated through his heart, and Qu Liancheng felt a chill all over his body, and his body stiffened. Suddenly, I felt that the long knife in Zhao Yu's hand suddenly burst out of thin air, and the speed of the long knife suddenly accelerated, and then I felt a light hissing sound in my chest, and a sharp pain came from my chest.

"Ahh

Zhao Yu's face was cold, without any expression, his hand shook, and the big knife was suddenly withdrawn.

Blood splashed out from the knife, Qu Liancheng hurriedly covered his chest and fell from the air, but the blood still gushed out like a fountain, like a rainbow.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, Qu Liancheng squinted reflexively, and he saw Zhao Yu standing in the air. Zhao Yu's body was stained red by the blood splattered from Qu Liancheng's wounds, like a bloody man. His face was still calm, his tongue sticking out, gently licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, squinting slightly, as if enjoying it very much.

Qu Liancheng felt enveloped by great fear, his body was cold and stiff, and the native in front of him had turned into a bloodthirsty demon god at this moment.

"Kill!" A roar like thunder rang out, and Qu Liancheng felt a dark shadow obscure the sunlight, and then a bright light that was more dazzling than sunlight flashed in front of his eyes, and then his world fell into darkness.

Qu Liancheng died, no surprise, no cheers, a dead silence.

Whether it was the Yizhou monk or the Zhongzhou monk, their minds were still blank, and what was happening in front of them was too weird, and they didn't understand it at all. It seems that after Zhao Yu stabbed out, Qu Liancheng had been dodging backwards, as if in his eyes, the bland knife was like a beast in troubled waters. Until Qu Liancheng died, many people didn't understand why a monk who had entered the fourth layer of the gods would be killed with such an ordinary sword.

"Good knife technique, this is the sword technique that really belongs to Yi Yunzong!" Li Hu laughed, Zhao Yu's set of knife techniques has many ideas borrowed from him, and he can naturally understand the mystery.

Xu Ruyun smiled and nodded, he also saw the subtlety of this set of knife techniques. It is not so much that Zhao Yu is a set of sword techniques, but rather a belief of Yi Yunzong. Fearlessness, persistence, madness, anger and unwillingness to troubled times, hope for the future. This kind of complex feelings can only be understood by people who have come step by step with Yi Yunfei from the very beginning.

After the mysticism, the monk will add the power of the artistic conception to his own attack, and this artistic conception can be someone else's, as long as you understand it thoroughly and can use it skillfully, its power is also very amazing. It can also be your own, and what you have comprehended will naturally be more subtle, and no matter how powerful it is, it will be more convenient to use.

Whether it is to comprehend the artistic conception of others, or to comprehend one's own artistic conception, there is always a word "enlightenment" in it. Only enlightenment can enhance the power of artistic conception. And Zhao Yu can be said to be the most thorough person in the entire Yi Yunzong with a thorough understanding of the artistic conception, he obeys his own will and regards Yi Yunfei, the most loyal object in his heart, as the phantom of the artistic conception. Or obey his heart and integrate the spirit of Yi Yunzong into the sword technique he created.

He succeeded, he proved that he didn't need any subtle moves, no earth-shattering cultivation, with a firm belief in his heart, he could also support the field of crushing the opponent, and trample the opponent who was higher than himself in cultivation.

Just when everyone was in a trance and looking at everything in front of them, among the Zhongzhou monks, someone drank coldly, his body was like electricity, and he suddenly rushed towards Zhao Yu.

They are the monks of Zhongzhou, and they regard the monks of Yizhou as indigenous, and they don't care about the ancient covenant, and they don't care about the agreement between the Kaiyang Sect and the various sects in Zhongzhou. Because they have never put the Yizhou monks on an equal footing, those so-called morals and rules, in their opinion, do not need to be used on the Yizhou monks.

Yes, they sneak attacked, not just one person, but more than a dozen people, more than a dozen monks who were in the gods, and they rose up in the air with cold faces, and the weapons in their hands emitted a breathtaking light, and swung towards Zhao Yu.

They have no shame, with a playful sneer on their faces, just like children under the big tree at the head of the village, teasing the ants on the ground with small sticks, only the joy of playing, without the slightest pity, and taking everything for granted.

"Be careful!" The closest Yiyun Sect monk quickly approached Zhao Yu, wanting to rescue him.

"Despicable!" the Yizhou monk roared, and many of them broke free from their companions' interception and rushed out with red eyes.

"Damn!" Even Gongsun Xin couldn't calm down anymore, and his body rushed out like electricity.

Feng Baihan followed, his face sinking like water.

Zhao Yu couldn't dodge, and the field of more than a dozen Divine Cultivators was suppressed, and he couldn't even move his fingers. He defeated Qu Liancheng just now, and it seemed very easy, but only he knew that the consumption was a knife that condensed all his essence and spirit, and it had already made him a little prostration.

He was furious, angry at the meanness and shamelessness of the monks in Zhongzhou, angry that there were no rules in this troubled world. But anger can't kill the enemy, and he can't help it, so he can only gently close his eyes and wait for death to come.

"Sect Master, I can't continue to fight with you!" The corners of Zhao Yu's eyes were a little moist, not afraid of death, but a little bitter, many ideals had not yet been realized, but they were going to die in the hands of a group of shameless people.

"Monk Zhongzhou's face has been lost by you!" A coquettish shout sounded, and a red cloud rose from the crowd of Yi Yun Sect, and the speed was extremely fast, and it came first, rushing before Gongsun Xin and the others.

"Tang Tang of Dongming Palace, why is she here?" A Zhongzhou monk recognized the person, and his body was stunned, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Tang Tang of Dongming Palace, how can he be with these natives?" Seeing that Hongyun was approaching, many Zhongzhou monks hesitated, and although Zhao Yu was close at hand, they didn't dare to make another move.

"This person is Tang Tang of Dongming Palace? Doesn't it mean that she is in retreat? How could she appear in Yizhou?" More people noticed Tang Tang and couldn't help but turn their heads and ears.

Dongming Palace, as one of the nine major sects, has an amazing reputation, and although Tang Tang is unknown in Yizhou, he has a great reputation in Zhongzhou. Many Zhongzhou monks knew about the existence of this person and did not dare to provoke it easily.

"The name of the old lady is also what you shameless villains can call!" Tang Tang was dressed in a red palace dress, like a fairy descending to earth, beautiful and unparalleled. But at this moment, not many people dare to look at her beauty squarely.

At this moment, Tang Tang was like a crazy female leopard, her body turned into a red phantom, shuttling among the monks in Zhongzhou.

Crackling sounded one after another, and the Zhongzhou monks who rushed out to sneak attack flew out upside down almost at the same time. The monks with good eyesight saw that all the broken teeth were flying all over the sky, and those Zhongzhou monks who were sent back covered their cheeks one by one and glared at Tang Tang angrily.

In just a few moments, Tang Tang actually slapped each of these people and whipped them out.

Tang Tang has a pretty appearance, during this time in Yiyun Sect, many disciples are always thinking of ways to get close to her, intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally they can't help but talk and make a few innocuous jokes. They didn't know what Tang Tang's cultivation was, and they hadn't seen her make a move.

At this moment, seeing Tang Tang's fierce shot, many people felt a chill down their backs, and their bodies trembled slightly. Reaching out to cover his cheeks, it seemed that the next moment, Tang Tang's Qianqianyu hand would slap them in the face.

"None of the sects in Zhongzhou can be underestimated!" Gongsun Xin and Feng Baihan looked at Tang Tang with a wry smile. Even the two of them have never noticed that this woman who smiles like a flower and affectionately calls Yi Yunfei Yunfei's little brother is actually a master.