The huge flying sword is like a sword of annihilation, which makes people tremble, and they are afraid to look at it directly. Yi Yunfei under the flying sword looked so small, as if he would be crushed into powder at the touch of a button. Many people have seen Yuan Ziyi use a flying sword like this, but it wasn't until they saw Fang Jianhong's sword at this moment that they found that the sword that felt extremely terrifying at the beginning was like a child's toy.

"Yi Yunfei!" Jin Cancan exclaimed sadly, his pretty face was covered with tears, his jade hands were clenched, and his ten fingers were already white.

"Sect Master!" everyone in Yi Yunzong cried out sadly, this kind of terrifying power that destroys the world and the earth, these people have only heard of it in legends, and they really see it at this moment, although they always think that Yi Yunfei must have a way to solve it, but they are still nervous to the extreme.

Yi Yunfei's face was calm, his back was straight, and under the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, if he could see it, he would find that he had a faint smile on his face.

Immediately, he made a movement that stunned everyone, and his arms were raised by the golden armor tightly protected, and without using any weapons, he directly used his hands to meet the flying sword.

"How is it possible, is he stupid, actually taking that sword with his bare hands?"

"There's something strange about the golden armor on his body, maybe he can really take it!" someone vaguely saw the clue and guessed.

"Won't he be hiding?

"I can't hide, the phantom of the Divine Monk has a very powerful suppression, and he is only afraid that it will be difficult for his feet to move at the moment!"

The huge flying sword finally slashed down, the heavens and the earth were shaking, the flowers and trees on the ground were constantly flying, the boulders of 10,000 catties were flying all over the sky, the ground was constantly sunken, and the smoke and dust mixed with fresh soil filled the sky and the earth, and no one could see the scene clearly.

"Dead, definitely dead!" someone screamed, the most terrifying sword they had ever seen.

"It's a pity, just after the rise, it was suppressed, and the future Tianjiao was strangled in the cradle!" someone sighed.

"Yi Yunfei!" Jin Cancan cried out sadly, tears pouring down, and his weak body seemed to have lost all his strength, slumped on the ground, allowing the splashing dirt to continue to fall on his body.

"Sect Master!" The eyes of the three hundred disciples of Yi Yun Sect were red, and their eyes were full of hatred to look in the direction of Fang Jianhong, Fu Chunrong's face sank like water, and he stopped him desperately, and these people rushed over without impulse.

In Qianjinfang, some people were cheering, they bet on Fang Jianhong, and they were about to get the bet. Some people are like mourning, these people don't have much affection for Yi Yunfei, they just have a speculative mentality, and they put heavy pressure on Yi Yunfei, and now they have no return.

The smoke and dust cleared, and everyone looked fixedly, and there was a huge gap in the ground that was several feet wide and could not see the bottom at a glance, and this sword cut an abyss out of thin air on this wasteland. The flying sword had already recovered its length of three feet, cheering, flying softly, and falling into Fang Jianhong's hand.

I didn't see any trace of Yi Yunfei, as if he had never appeared.

"Mole ant!" The flying sword in Fang Jianhong's hand quickly turned into a willow leaf-shaped small sword more than an inch long, beating in his palm, he carried one hand behind his back, and looked at the brown-clothed old man on the hillside defiantly.

The old man's face was solemn, as if he didn't see Fang Jianhong's gaze, he was still staring at the huge marks cut by the flying sword on the ground, as if he was expecting a miracle to happen.

"There will be no miracles, the gap between the Xuanxuan monks and the Divine Monks is too difficult to cross, and it is not at the same level at all!" someone sighed.

"Yes, Yi Yunfei rose too fast, he got a little carried away, and he actually fought hard with the Divine Cultivator, which was completely suicide!"

"He has the inheritance of the Changwu Mountain King Realm Dojo, and he only needs to lie dormant for three or five years, who else in this Qianwei County can help him, he is still too young and easy to be impulsive!" someone sighed.

Three hundred Yi Yun Sect disciples frantically rushed to the huge chasm, tears raining down, shouting Yi Yunfei's name loudly, they hoped that a miracle would happen. I don't know how deep the chasm was, and there were echoes in it.

Before the sword intent dissipated, those nearby disciples of the Yi Yun Sect were quickly swept away, their bodies were densely covered with small wounds, and their clothes were soaked with blood, which made everyone feel cold again, and it was too terrifying to enter the sword.

There was a thin figure, after being repelled by the sword intent, although it was like a bloody person, it did not give up, gritted its teeth and continued to walk towards the location of the sword marks, leaving a line of bloody footprints under his feet.

"Hum!" The sword intent moved again, the thin figure was repulsed again, and she was bleeding from all seven orifices, everyone thought she was going to give up, but saw her stubbornly stand up again, looking straight in the direction of the sword marks, and approaching step by step.

This person was Jin Cancan, her face was pale, her silver teeth clenched her red lips, blood dripping down her lips, she was very weak, as if a gust of wind could make him fall. But miraculously stood firmly, with a stubborn face, and kept approaching without saying a word. The three hundred disciples of Yi Yun Sect also did not hesitate and followed her footsteps.

Many people left tears, they had never seen a disciple of any sect so heroic, although it was like a moth to a fire, but it was like a sad song, making people's hearts fluctuate with their feet without hesitation, with the dense bloody footprints.

"A good Yiyun Sect, if you give them ten years, no, as long as three years, what is the matter with this Qianwei County and Qingyun Sect?" someone sighed.

"This is also Yi Yunzong's way of taking death, if he didn't feel threatened, how could Qingyun Sect be so disrespectful?" Some people shook their heads, feeling that Yi Yunzong was too ostentatious, and he was to blame for everything.

"Don't go!" someone shouted, many people seemed to be awakened, and then they shouted, from the crowd fighting outside the wasteland to those who were paying attention to those in Qingyun City, countless people shouted with all their strength, and tears flowed down their cheeks at the same time.

Fang Jianhong's eyes were puzzled, and he stared fiercely at the shouting crowd with coldness. But no one looked at him, everyone forgot the deterrence of this divine master, and only those Yi Yun Sect disciples whose backs seemed to never bend in their eyes were in their eyes.

"Isn't this world respected by the strong, why are so many people sympathetic to those ants?" Fang Jianhong seemed to be enraged, and the flying sword in his hand flew towards the disciples of Yi Yun Sect like lightning, the sword intent in the ground was aroused, and before the disciples of Yi Yun Sect approached, it was as if they had been pierced by ten thousand swords, and every pore of his body was oozing blood.

"Ahh

Fang Jianhong sneered, unmoved, staring at the flying sword that was flying at extreme speed, and the next moment, everyone in Yi Yunzong was going to die under his flying sword.

Some people can't bear to close their eyes, unwilling to see this miserable image in the world.

"Ding!" a soft sound was particularly piercing in the wilderness, followed by a loud exclamation of relief, and those who closed their eyes couldn't help but open their eyes.

A figure in gold armor didn't know when it appeared, his left hand raised, and what he held in his hand was the shining flying sword, the flying sword jumped and struggled like silver, but it could not jump out of his palm.

"Not dead?" everyone felt shocked, and looked at the golden figure in the sky in disbelief.

His whole body was covered in cold golden armor, and his whole body exuded coldness, no one could see his expression, only his face covered in gold, and the cold feeling made people feel even colder.

"Is the performance over, it's my turn!" A hoarse figure came from under the mask, it was Yi Yunfei's voice.

"How is it possible, you are just a Tongxuan, how can you take a blow from my Wanliu Sect Sword?" Fang Jianhong screamed, he felt a huge fear, Wanliu Sect Sword, he didn't use it if he wanted to, he looked calm, and he still had strength to spare, but only he knew the amount of its consumption.

The old man in brown had a solemn face, but at this moment, the corners of his mouth were quietly curled, with a hint of a smile. This smile fell on Fang Jianhong's eyes, which looked particularly weird, and the heart that had begun to sink became more and more cold.

"Sect Master!"

"Yi Yunfei!"

The disciples of Yi Yun Sect laughed, and some people pinched their arms vigorously, wondering if this was a dream or not. Jin Cancan shouted, her face was poignant, but her smile became bright, and she finally sat down on the ground weakly.

The Ten Thousand Liuzong Sword was too terrifying, and Yi Yunfei's golden armor defense was indeed powerful, but it was not invincible. The terrifying power was like a piledriver, nailing him into the ground and disappearing from everyone's eyes, although he was not fatally injured under the defense of the golden armor, the terrifying power shook his inner abdomen, his mind was concussed, and he was drowsy.

After recovering a little, he rushed out of the ground, and saw Fang Jianhong actually shooting towards the disciples of Yi Yun Sect, and he was extremely angry for a while, reaching out to grab the flying sword, and looking at Fang Jianhong with murderous intent like a sharp sword.

"Kill!" Yi Yunfei drank coldly, the distance between him and Fang Jianhong at the moment was not too far, and he rushed to Fang Jianhong's body in the blink of an eye.

Fang Jianhong was screaming, the consumption was too huge, he felt that his body was not as agile as before, and he thought of dodging in his heart, but his body did not react, and after a slight slowdown, Yi Yunfei's iron fist had already bombarded his chest.

The ribs in his chest had already been broken by Yi Yunfei, and at this moment, a punch hit his chest, and he felt as if someone was stirring in his chest and abdomen, hurting into the bone marrow, and blood spurted out with fragments of internal organs.

"How can this be? I don't accept it, I don't accept it!" Fang Jianhong roared with blood in his mouth, but he couldn't stop Yi Yunfei's attack at all, and his fists kept swinging, each punch bombarding the heart of his chest. Everyone felt that Fang Jianhong's aura was constantly becoming weaker.

Yi Yunfei hated this person to the extreme, he had the upper hand at the moment, and he no longer had any hands left, all the anger of these days seemed to be all integrated into his fists, bombarding again and again, even he didn't know how many punches he threw out.

Fang Jianhong didn't make any sound, his body was torn apart by Yi Yunfei's bombardment, and there was no hope of saving. A generation of masters who entered the gods, just like this, died inexplicably in the hands of a monk who cultivated to only the eighth layer of the Xuan, and he didn't close his eyes until he died, with a deep unwillingness.